all this waiting at the subway stations, i oftened 
listened to the prettiest sounds. this combined with 
riding out above ground, it can make for a bad mix of 
wishful thinking. and all the ways the city stays in 
tact, i find the will to come undone is lost. some will 
breathe in style knowing they've got something other 
want. but i don't want to hear when the family talks down 
to me. i just want to hear a certain voice that comforts 
me. i was seven for a day but i found it hard to breathe 
with the lungs that i got now. i was a child for a year 
and in that year i found all these people are obsessed 
with one another. all my friends are getting cancer and 
there's not a damn thing i can do about it now. but i 
still find that every single piece of you is beautiful 
but there's nothing i can do about that now. but oh, how 
are things? i've got some friends in shady places but i'm 
also one. we all arrive the same ways. oh, that sound was 
great. how can i ever get it back again? but nothing 
really matters if nothing ever happens. all this will 
implode. i just want to sing some songs that make people 
feel like they're in love. although really it is simply a 
combination of vivid colors and sounds that somehow mate 
and create this insipid tract of feeling alone. i feel 
it, too. we are growing bored with our lives as time 
slows to a crawl. dancer, what was that you whispered in 
my ear? it brought chills to my sudden lack of spine. 
i've had too much to drink tonight and a bit too much to 
smoke and now, all that i can muster is, oh no oh no oh 
no oh no oh no oh no oh no.